Mickey Berenberg is my kind of person. She's an F-bomb waiting to happen.
Dear Readers: The F-word in question could be FUN, even though that's not the one that comes out of her mouth frequently.
For example, Sunday at the Loring Social, where Berenberg's 75 friggin' years of fabulousness were celebrated with 130 friends, I complimented the shirt she was wearing. Berenberg grabbed me by the arm and turned me away from the people who were standing nearby so she could whisper, If you knew how much this [expletive] outfit cost …
The white shirt with the unusual collar was very nice — and I could tell the only part of the ensemble I could afford.
I asked her daughter Wendi Rosenstein how old she was the first time she remembers her mom's way with words.
Rosenstein only recalled, "She would never let me [say] it. Back in the day you had to watch out, because if you said that word … Oh my God. She's not a shy person. Everybody remembers her no matter what."
That should mean huge turnouts when Rosenstein and Berenberg have book signings for their collection of Lincoln Del recipes. The first restaurant was opened in 1957 by Berenberg's parents Moishe and Tess Berenberg; all three locations were closed by 2000. After years of talk, Rosenstein believes the Lincoln Del cookbook will be released next year.
This was my kind of birthday party, because no time was devoted to tributes or saying how wonderful the honoree is. She is absolutely delightful. Event planner Susan Gray said Berenberg didn't want toasts. Gray said Berenberg would probably have put the kibosh on the arrival of a little cake and the singing of "Happy Birthday" if she had known those occurrences would happen.